It is time to come back. Back to who I am/ who I was.
How I see myself has changed so in the past year. I have lost some myself,
perhaps the parts that where not necessary.
Perhaps not.
But it is time to to come back to community.
To my love of people and environment.
I have moved the furniture and nested as much as I can.
Not that the couch didn't need a tour of the other rooms today but it must have been sad to only be dragged back to where it started.
You never can go home
Never walk the same path twice
But sometimes you find yourself back in the same place,
Unchanged only completely different.
" A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. " John Muir
I am on a journey for my song again. It is not in the house or even in the wood. But in me and though i have lost track of it. I am certain to find it again. As i have lost it before and picked up a new tune that carried me on.
Posted in: on Monday, September 28, 2009 at at 9:15 PM
Love the John Muir and so appropriate to yesterday's
big wind.
Welcome back
Lizzy
After you get over thinking that finding yourself is a static identity, you recognize the static is the quest. I am reinventing myself twice a day. I think it is a luxury of modernity. Nice to know you plan to blog it into submission. I join you vicariously. Hank